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Day 3 - Mawenzi Tarn (4,330 m./14,289 ft) |
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This morning a member of our group decided to turn back. The altitude was becoming too much. The remaining 9 of us pushed on... |
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The toilets on the mountain are called "Long Drops." |
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Today was a short but steep hike with superb panoramas of the plains across the border in Kenya. |
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All went well until we did an acclimatization hike at the end of the day. My heart was beating so fast I couldn't talk. My head was pounding. Tears started flooding my eyes and my nose started pouring like a tap. I had to descend. We hiked back down to our camp a couple hundred meters below and some of us were basically bedridden. I laid down in the tent and took some ibuprofen. I had also been taking DIAMOX for altitude sickness. My resting heart rate, which is normally around 72 beats per minute was 102. I was walking at half the speed. I forced myself to go for afternoon tea in our mesh tent. I was losing my appetite and feeling nauseous. |
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View of our camp and our drinking water from our acclimatization hike. |
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Our camp under Mawenzi Tarn |
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The earth is my mattress, a rock my pillow. |
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